Violet

“I will not let myself get sick, go mad or retreat like a child into blubbering on someone else's shoulder. Masks are the order of the day-and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid. Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Life seems a mockery....I can't go on like this," she railed. She wished for a sinus infection, which would at least provide "escapism." When one feels like leaving college and killing oneself over one course which actually nauseates one, it is a rather serious thing.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“I lust for him, and in my mind I am ripped to bits by the words he welds and wields...and glory in the temporary sun of his ruthless force.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“She told Aurelia he was a "a violent Adam," "a breaker of things and people," "arrogant, used to walking over women like a blast of Jove's lightning," she had spent less than a week with him.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath